The good old days.
Let us go back in time today,
When the most we did was while away,
When my love for you didn’t stutter,
When the reality of life was still a stranger,
Back when the stars were brighter than ever,
Back when the sky was darker than ever,
Let me take you back to good old days,
When the most we did was while away.
Were the old days really that beautiful,
Or is it our discontent heart,
The mother of regrets, the destroyer of pleasure?
Is it my heart that makes the past beautiful,
So that I may have something to fall back into?
If so it be, than it shall be that way,
An illusion or a reality,
‘‘tis too beautiful to not believe.